She lies limp in my arms as I carry her back toward the innermost part of the territory. What I have done hangs heavily over me, as if it’s a death sentence.
Before recently, I had not dared to lay a hand on anyone since the Bloody Frost disappeared. My past isn’t one for the faint of heart and I fear that I may have scared her off before we have even begun. But she had to know.
This just wasn’t how I wanted her to find out.
No one wants to tell their mate that they are a cold-blooded killer or like a ghost in the night. If someone saw my solid white wolf and the foam on my lips, they’d probably faint.
She moans as her bones shift beneath her skin. The wolf within her is taking over and coming to the surface now that I’ve given the command, but it seems slower than I expected.
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